The song of the unfortunates

Again

A normal day,

Bored in double maths...again,

Covering her arms,

Just wanting to feel okay again.

Walking to the bus by herself,

Sitting alone... again.

The other girls despise her,

Calling her fatso and depressed again.

They can't see beneath her mask,

Beneath the pretence and lies she has to say again.

The teacher with a kindly face,

But not really understanding...again

The bus jerks to halt,

And she climbs to a hole of depression again.

Creeping up to her room,

She grabs her sisscors, again

And cuts.

The next day comes again.

But there is no girl leaving the house.

There is no more again